A gift of rubber gloves from a concerned friend
Now that my daughter has been shipped off to college, I have begun the dirty job of cleaning up her room.
And it is a dirty job!
Gross, in fact.
My daughter is not the cleanest of people and I gave up on fighting that fight a couple of years ago, knowing that eventually she would be going to college and I would have the opportunity to scour her room!
In fact, last month when I took the kids to the dentist, I was telling the hygienists, Christa and Ginger, both of whom I love, about the tough task ahead of me. Christa, who has a younger teen and can relate to giving up the fight, gave me the rubber gloves pictured above, to help keep me clean and healthy!
As you can see, I’m going to need all of the protection I can find!
The view from the door
This was after she spent a lot of time “cleaning up”…
A table ruined with nail polish and who knows what else…
Gross.
Found at the foot of her bed…
…a stale Diet Coke, a washcloth, and a scientific calculator – just in case she got thirsty, needed to wash up, or do some math in the middle of the night.
There’s a lot to work on, so I’m going to take it slowly. However, all of the health department violations have already been addressed!
Wish me luck as I don the rubber gloves!
Updates of my progress to come…